The Wheat-sheaf; Or, Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside ...W.P. Hazard, 1853 - 416 páginas |
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... rest the sunny isles , And white - winged barques are laden with their rich and sunny spoils ; With trumpet - tongued sublimity , or low and silver voice , Nature swells the mighty anthem , whose burthen is - Rejoice ! Oh life ...
... rest the sunny isles , And white - winged barques are laden with their rich and sunny spoils ; With trumpet - tongued sublimity , or low and silver voice , Nature swells the mighty anthem , whose burthen is - Rejoice ! Oh life ...
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... rest satisfied ; the more it is studied the more holy and beautiful it be- Does the mind ask for submission ? seek it in his child- hood , while he was subject to his parents : for youthful dignity ? see him standing in the midst of the ...
... rest satisfied ; the more it is studied the more holy and beautiful it be- Does the mind ask for submission ? seek it in his child- hood , while he was subject to his parents : for youthful dignity ? see him standing in the midst of the ...
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... rest from toil of mind or arm , Or slow retire from Pleasure's charm : If then a painful sense comes on Of something wholly lost and gone , Vainly enjoyed or vainly done ; Of something from your being's chain Broke off , nor to be ...
... rest from toil of mind or arm , Or slow retire from Pleasure's charm : If then a painful sense comes on Of something wholly lost and gone , Vainly enjoyed or vainly done ; Of something from your being's chain Broke off , nor to be ...
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... They live on earth , in thought and deed , as truly As in his Heaven . And she is with thee . In thy path of trial She walketh yet : Still with the baptism of thy self - denial , Her locks are wet . 46 TRUE REST . Up , then , my brother.
... They live on earth , in thought and deed , as truly As in his Heaven . And she is with thee . In thy path of trial She walketh yet : Still with the baptism of thy self - denial , Her locks are wet . 46 TRUE REST . Up , then , my brother.
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... Rest is not quitting the busy career— Rest is the filling of self to its sphere . " Tis the brook's motion , clear , without strife , Fleeing to ocean , after its life . Deeper devotion nowhere hath knelt , Fuller emotion heart never ...
... Rest is not quitting the busy career— Rest is the filling of self to its sphere . " Tis the brook's motion , clear , without strife , Fleeing to ocean , after its life . Deeper devotion nowhere hath knelt , Fuller emotion heart never ...
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Página 276 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Página 157 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Página 158 - Oh but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, — With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Página 196 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 172 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in...
Página 372 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Página 277 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth...
Página 197 - The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom — Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings...
Página 198 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 158 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread : Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this